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Whatever you hear, my arm is entirely attached to the rest of me and I'm doing just fine. We're on the way back now.

[He's heard of people sending message of the intimate kind through their devices, but Jon has never attempted such a thing before. Still, he can not deny he's...intrigued about this. Though curious, he's still nervous and doesn't realizes he hasn't clicked on the right name before he sends a short message:]

Please tell me what you are wearing, so that I might have a visual for when I dream

[No one said that he would be good at this.]

[CONT FROM HERE]

[She inhales, tasting the intoxicating warmth of Rei's breath as she tries to memorize the heat, pressure and shape of Rei's lips; its bittersweet but with a promise for more lingering in its wake. Her body feels like it's on fire, aching to be touched and explored. 'Patience' She tells herself, repeating the word over and over in her head.

Justine smiles at Rei, watching as she prepares to leave the small room.]

I won't forget.

[She watches Rei go and takes a moment to collect herself. There is no denying the heat stirred in Rei's wake and, while thinking of her lovely friend, she finds a momentary release. 'After midnight' stays in Justine's thoughts throughout the evening; even as everything takes an unpleasant turn.

Justine manages to find her way back to her home and despite the time spent in the unmasked world, it's exactly after midnight. She slips into her home, strips out of her stained clothes and then curls on the floor of the bathroom while trying to banish the unpleasant memories. She's naked, trembling and thinking of Rei.

She won't blame the other woman for not coming over now but she hopes… with all her heart that Rei will come.]

Edited 2018-07-07 01:14 (UTC)

The party was in full swing by the time Rei arrived, as she had a few times already. The energy of it was pleasant, unlike most. Something about this time of year really made things click in Rei's brain, and a part of her really had enjoyed the night out with Yuri the other day and she hoped perhaps to recapture some of that magic. Unfortunately her friend was nowhere to be seen, but Justine sitting on a haybale off to one side with a donut and mug of cider was just as welcome.

Approaching with her own treats, Rei gestures to the spot next to the dark haired book saleswoman.

"May I join you, Justine?"

[ ooc: Continued from here! ]

[ Majima smiled, and now there was a little hint of a tease in his voice. ]

Yeah.

[ He never had, of course, because... hell, there were a lot of reasons why. But none of them mattered now. ]

Then let's figure it out together, huh? One step at a time.

[ Something about her voice, her kisses, set his nerves on fire; Majima tipped his head back a little just to give her easier access. But then it was only right that he return the favor, pressing his lips to the side of her neck and kissing down to the line of her shoulder. He had to pull the collar of her blouse aside a little to reach, and because that was awfully inconvenient, he figured he might as well slip one or two of the buttons on her shirt loose, allowing the material to pull open.

Knowing Justine, he figured she had something cute on underneath, but you never could tell.

For now, he told himself, they had plenty of time. Why not spend it exploring each other? ]

[ There was a quiet knock at Justine's door; perhaps the rhythm of the sound, by now, was familiar. If and when she opened it, there would be a somewhat improvised bouquet of flowers presented to her, liberated from who-knew-where. Not roses, but a mix of wildflowers, hauntingly pale lilies, little sprays of baby's breath (from the local flower shop?), and dianthus. ]

Hi.

[ ooc: From here! ]

[ Majima let out a quiet sigh at the feel of her touch -- barely audible, even as it tickled at the skin at her shoulder. ]

I don't mind if you don't.

[ There was a sliver of smooth, exposed skin at Justine's shirtfront, and he dipped down to plant a kiss there, too. In a quiet rustle of cloth, he shifted positions, kneeling in front of her. If she wanted, she could easily reach out and trap him there with her legs.

At the moment, however, he seemed content to brush his lips against her knee. Only then did he look up and meet her gaze once more, smiling with a warmth that was no doubt now familiar to her. ]

I kinda like lookin' up at you.

[ From here! ]

[ His answering smile was almost innocent as he took her up on the invitation, slipping a hand under the fabric and gently pulling aside her bra beneath her shirt so he could cup Justine's breast and swipe a thumb playfully over her nipple.

No one even seemed to notice the transgression -- though when he responded to her request by sweeping her up in a two-handed princess carry, several dancers did have to move out of the way. There was an alcove a little ways away from main dance room, probably a defunct public phone nook judging from its size and shape. It was just the right height to set Justine down, actually, and have her waist at about the same height as his... ]

[There's a box on the doorstep. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box is a pink wool hat with a matching shawl. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.

Happy holidays.

Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain someone likes to wear, right?]

[A neatly wrapped box is delivered containing an assortment of chocolate and gingerbread cutout cookies - enough to share between everyone in the house.

With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]

Happy holidays.

- B

[There's a package by the door! Inside there's a large coffee mug, expensive coffee beans, and wrapped around the mug is a soft scarf.

There's no note, but the scarf itself is a notable shade of blue. Maybe it's a clue?

[ The package in shimmering silver paper is a little crudely wrapped - what's inside is oddly shaped. Someone wasn't able to do a good job here but it's certain that an attempt was made - that's the main thing isn't it?

Hidden within is a small, hand-carved deer - no bigger than the palm of an average human hand. Much like the wrapping paper, the figure is a little on the crude side: there's nothing startlingly expert in the craftsmanship. But someone's clearly taken their time to carve the little deer and tried their best - even the roughest edges have been sanded down a little. Eyes, noses and hooves have been coloured with a black marker.

With the deer, a small, simple note that reads: ]

merry christmas
from scarlett

[ Some time between midnight and dawn on Christmas Day, a gift bag is dropped off, likely by the Delivery Dogs. It's attractively adorned and everything inside is carefully wrapped in matching wrapping papers.

When opened Justine will find a couple gifts: Included is a cute cookbook, a coffee mug, a small tin of loose black tea, and a half-pound bag of whole bean coffee.

Attached is a note written in a bit of a messy scrawl:

We've done some pretty cool stuff this year. By next year, maybe we'll be hosting parties!
Thanks for letting me get to know you.

-RJB

He's taken great care to make sure the bag is secured from water soaking into the bottom, and he uses the Delivery Dogs in case his recipient happens to be somewhere other than home. Happy Holidays! ]

[ A box arrives with some hand decorated wooden spoons inside. ]

So you can bake your heart out in style.

Thanks for the scarf. It goes awesome with my hair.
- Chloe

[ The package contains two things: a small box of chocolates, and a hand-whittled set of two high-heeled shoes, the set of them attached to a keyring by a small chain. ]

Merry Christmas - Jesse

[ ooc: From here ]

[ She could have asked him to do anything in that moment, really, and he would have complied, but the idea that maybe it really might help her remember...

At the small of her back, his left hand moved over her rear, bunching up some of the fabric so he could peel down her skirt zipper with his right. The skirt dropped to the soft grass, forgotten as he felt along the bowlike curve of her ass. Cute panties, but they were even cuter with someone like Justine filling out the delicate lace.

Majima shrugged his shirt aside, and then he was pressing her up against the smooth bark of a birch, cupping one of her breasts through the thinness of her blouse so he could tease at her nipple and see if it got hard enough to show through the cloth. She drove him crazy, she always had, but after something like a week without a touch or a kiss, and now both with whispered requests in the cool afternoon and it was getting awfully hard to remember to try and behave himself. ]

So your body didn't forget, huh?

[ He kissed her -- deep and hungrier than he'd ever felt for whatever scraps of affection she could offer him. He was hard already as his hips pressed flush against hers; he broke the kiss only briefly to murmur to her. ]

Then let's see how much it remembers.

[It is a large package, but labelled for Justine in clear neat lettering. When she opens it, she sees inside...

Rei's wardrobe. It includes her favorite top and leggings, her professional attire, seasonal clothing, and her night gown and slippers. All if folded neatly and freshly laundered, ready for use.

There's no note, no reason why.]

[Looks like Justine has a heavy one! And it's...

Full of flashbangs. Ten of them to be precise. And there's a note.]

Works on people and monsters. I'm sure you know how to handle these better then I. You're a talented woman.

prompts!

Pathéma [1]

Closed to Rei.

Action, Sept. 17th.

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